kitewithfish

After two trips to the bank and one rather confused conversation with a nice man at the post office, I believe that I have correctly transfered money to pay my credit card bill. I'm going to wait a few days and see how it goes down, but according to the girl at the bank this is free, so this might not be so unfortunate a situation as I thought I would have to engage in. (The first bank guy with a semi-decent command of English and a confused expression was unable to figure out what I wanted, but going back an hour later he'd been replaced by a far more competent young woman who helped me do what I needed to do.)

In other news, listening to ten covers of "Jolene" is a bizarre and wonderful experience made possible by Deezer.com

My roomie's sister will be moving into this building, so that my roomie will actually probably not be moving out. That's kind of nice, because I actually rather like my roomie and her sister is interesting. I think we could be friends.